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It could get exciting in England next summer. Last summer, out of the blue, a £100,000 ($158,899 today) Challenge was offered for duplicating one of the best circles ever. But, the requirements weren’t clear and that could be why no one applied. This coming summer, a revised version will be offered with requirements that could be met if the best crop circles indeed were made by people. So, there would be no reason, if hoaxers have done the great circles, for them not to apply.

If anyone wins, we’ll be privy to what will turn out to have been one of the greatest pranks ever perpetrated on the world. For decades, with hundreds of circles a year in 40 to 50 countries, and no one even caught in the act. How did people do that?

With its size, anyone who could win the reward would figure to go for it. So, if no one meets the terms we could have news about other-worldly origins. If it’s verified we’re not alone, that would be the biggest story ever for humanity.

I’m thinking about a TV reality show next summer, in England. Any team members out there? The Challenge is a peg to hang all things about the phenomenon on, that would educate and entertain. Please send any pipelines you might have to selling it.

It’s Sarah Miles, who starred in many films and was nominated for an Academy Award, who’s at the forefront of the Challenge. In giving my two cents, I’ve gotten involved in next year’s action. I’m smitten by Sarah, who I was surprised to discover was such a friend of the circles. You’ll get a taste of my feisty cohort in this gossipy piece, and here’s her Wikipedia page.

Here’s something about the circles that I even learned something from, that Sarah wrote a few years ago:

Blake’s JerusalemBy Sarah Miles

I have been down our English country lanes experiencing crop circles for over quarter of a century; always curious for more investigation, for more understanding; forever keen to revel in the continuing mystery. I seek the freshly fallen pictograms, as they are sometimes known. It is fascinating to experience the diversity of conflicting energies within these fresh creations because, in that first day of their falling, the energy is at its most potent; as the days go by, it seems to dissipate. Usually a pictogram’s potency is benign, often profoundly uplifting. Yet there were some, mainly the insect shaped formations that came down about a decade ago, that made some people nauseous and a few complained of migraines. Indeed, I once came out of one with a hefty headache myself. I put it down to the energies within them being too dense for us mere mortals to assimilate quite yet.

I might be fairly sensitive to different energies – (there’s nothing remotely clever in this by the way, it’s simply a fact, just like the wrinkles massing on the backs of my hands) – but there are a few individuals whose sensitivity to a variety of different energies is truly astounding.

In the early nineties I went regularly to Malta to study with a small esoteric group. Andrew Bertie was one of the group members and at that time he was the Grand Master of Malta as well as a Cardinal in the Vatican. Andrew didn’t believe crop circles were created from outer space because, from his viewpoint, “belief” was too frail a word. Apparently they used to have open debates on crop circles in the Vatican. Oh, how I dream of the day when England might follow suit and begin open debates!

Another member of the group, George De Trafford, was quite an extraordinary fellow. So highly regarded was George for his sensitivity to energy in the late ’80s and 1990s, most of England’s crop circle fraternity would send photos of crop circles to Malta for George to test. They believed that George had the miraculous gift of being able to feel energetically whether a crop circle was a hoax or the real McCoy.

In the summer of 1992, I was driving with George along the A272. He had his right palm up like a dog sniffing the air. Quite suddenly he boomed out, “Stop the car!” He leapt out and scampered off, and there, about a quarter of a mile from the A272, hidden from view behind a hedge, was a fresh crop circle.

“It’s a virgin!” he exclaimed excitedly, picking a bunch of crop stems and gallivanting off up the field. He turned round to face the circle roughly eight feet away and proceeded to set fire to his cluster of stems. Once a healthy spew of smoke had been created, he stamped out the remaining stems quite ferociously.

“Arson won’t help to keep the farmers on side, they’re off side enough already!” he joked, and after more foot stamping he began scrutinizing the belch of smoke as it traveled downwind towards the circle.

“If it’s a hoax the smoke trail will travel straight across the circle, but if it’s a genuine circle, the smoke will be unable to penetrate the outer wall of energy surrounding the circle; it will simply climb upwards, perpendicular, higher and higher into the air until it drifts up, out of sight.” And so it did.

George gave me a huge gift that day: proof with my own eyes that perhaps I wasn’t deluding myself over experiencing certain energies after all.

There were some formations that fell several years back, where the birds refused to fly through the outer wall of energy. I once took the famous medium and healer Betty Shine and a zither player into a fresh formation. We recorded him playing while we all sang along. When we heard it back outside the circle, we were puzzled. An eerie, hollow echo reverberated on the tape, making it sound as if both the zither and our singing were coming from a recording studio made entirely of glass. We checked if there was something wrong with the tape recorder. We did some recording outside the circle for a few minutes and everything was normal. We went back inside and the same echo effect appeared again!

Another way of distinguishing the genuine article from a hoax is the way the crop has been laid out with its varying styles of crisscross weaving to create the artwork. Whatever the crop, no stem would be crushed or broken. Each stem would be gently bent into its basket weaving, and still growing as if caressed flat by some gentle wind of intelligence.

What I find so bewildering is the fact that they are right here, these monumentally uplifting art forms, in greater numbers than anywhere else in the entire world – and using England’s most glorious Wessex countryside as their canvas. Even if we assume, at a conservative estimate, that two thirds of them are hoaxes, it still leaves us many geometrically perfect art designs to revel in. How come there is no mention anywhere of how privileged we are that they are here? Some believe Blake’s Jerusalem may be right here on our doorstep, upon England’s green and pleasant land, and we may never even know it.

Out beyond ordinary reality, it is sooooo interesting. Case in point is this piece from a wonderful organization I belong to, rather misnamed The Scientific and Medical Network. I read their three times a year journal, Network Review, cover to cover, and feel blessed to be able to get so much value in one place. The organization comes out of England and the US membership is much smaller than the English one, but it is a worldwide network for serious mavericks, most of whom are more highly credentialed than I am. Here is its mission statement:

The Network seeks to provide a forum for pursuing truth, wherever it leads, to widen the intellectual horizons of science and of society as a whole, to stimulate research at the frontiers of human knowledge and experience, and to make the results of such research more widely known through its educational programmes. The Network is committed to no dogma or creed. It encourages intellectual discernment and is wary of the ill-founded and sensational claims of ‘pseudo-science’. In asking searching questions about the nature of life and the role of the human being, the Network abides by its guidelines of open-minded, rigorous thinking and care for others at all times.

This is a piece from the most recent journal. I bet everyone will learn something valuable from reading this:

The Origins of my Fatigue

by Sue Randall

As a very young child I had past-life memories of a deeply traumatic nature, but I could not talk to any adult about these. In this article I discuss the reasons for my self-imposed silence and its impact on my development. By adolescence I was suffering from severe depression and identity confusion, and was treated by conventional psychologists; I also began to study psychology. Western psychology could not address the real issues behind my distress and I went on to develop a severe illness. Eventually, prompted by exposure to Buddhism, I began to confront my past-life memories for what they were, and began to heal. One of my main concerns today is that undergraduate psychology students are still not being taught about CORT—cases of the reincarnation type. This gap in the curriculum can lead to iatrogenesis, as in my own case, where therapy may do more harm than good.

Introduction

I have a condition known as ME/CFS1, which leaves the sufferer so fatigued as to be literally crippled at times. I also have past-life memories and have had these since my earliest childhood. Their nature is very traumatic, being from the Holocaust. As a young child I was confused by trying to sort out what was ‘real’ versus what was inside my head. I could not talk to any adult about my past-life memories and this was deeply problematic. By the time I was seventeen I had gone from being a straight As gifted child to an underachieving, suicidal wreck. After two overdoses, I was hospitalised for depression. And so began my perilous journey with psychotherapy.

Childhood Recall of a Past Life

Recently I have been reflecting on the very first instance of extreme fatigue which I had in childhood. I was perhaps five, and had already been dealing with flashbacks of bomber planes and air raid sirens, plus memories of torture. I was not yet at primary school but was already quite insomniac and was a shy child. Yet I was generally quite happy, and felt loved by my parents. I most definitely was not sexually or physically abused.

I was fending off the memory of the gas chamber. At night, as I started to fall asleep, this terrifying but invisible thing would sneak around the edges of my mind and startle me awake. This went on for what seemed a long time; it could have been a few months or more than a year. One night, feeling that I could no longer avoid it, I let the memory flood back in all its horror. The sound of screaming reverberated inside me for what seemed like forever.

I fell asleep eventually, and the next morning I awoke with a crystal clear awareness. I knew I had been an adult and had died in the gas chamber. I knew I had lost my family and that I was now living with a family of strangers – who not only did not know who I was, but would not believe me if I told them. It was then that I first experienced crippling fatigue. It did not stem purely from the trauma of the memory itself; a very big factor was the realisation that I could not talk to anyone. I lay in bed staring at the pretty little dress which was hanging near the foot of my bed, waiting for me to get up and start the day. My situation overwhelmed me. Eventually at my mother’s behest I managed to drag myself out of bed.

The second type of fatigue in my childhood was less dramatic but more pervasive. My parents kept us kids busy with many extra-mural activities, and on one particular Saturday morning we had to attend a swimming gala. The sense of fatigue hit me hard, and suddenly I felt deeply annoyed that I had to do this on a Saturday. It was supposed to be my day of rest. Not having any conscious knowledge at that stage about the importance of the Jewish Shabbat, once again I found myself very badly at odds with my family, my entire little community and even myself. From then on my inexplicable resentment about Saturdays increased and chipped away at my sanity.

I still could not talk to anyone and by now was so alienated from the source of my distress that I could not have done so even had the opportunity arisen. In high school, my exhaustion and depression became more profound each year until I had a total nervous breakdown at the age of seventeen.

Self-imposed Silence

ME/CFS is not well understood by modern medicine. Many experts concur that it has two main components: virus and stress. I had viral problems since birth. My mother recorded each episode in a scrapbook which she kept of my early years, and the doctors were entirely unable to help me. Severe life stress played a major role in the development of my later illness. But even in childhood I had more stress than I might have, simply because of not being able to tell anyone about my past life.

Even if I had been able to talk to my parents about what was troubling me, the problem would not have gone away. The burden would merely have been shifted to my parents. I realised this recently when speaking with a mother whose child also had Holocaust memories. The child had good support from her mother, despite the mother’s initial incredulity and shock. The child probably did grow up emotionally more intact than I. But the mother came under fire from several people close to her, who accused her of brainwashing her infant daughter about the Holocaust! Somewhere along the line, people will express their disbelief and hostility about reincarnation.

So either the child is going to suffer and become a misfit within the family, as I did; or the parents, if they are able to support their child emotionally, will similarly risk becoming misfits in the wider society. It may depend partly on the family’s educational and religious background. One of my Jewish friends also had Holocaust past-life memories in childhood. Her mother, being both Jewish and interested in spiritualism, was well-placed to help her daughter while receiving her own support from friends.

But my parents are secular and agnostic, non-Jewish, and of the rationalist-humanist school. They are academics and teachers; my father was a university professor and antiapartheid publisher. Today – because I am ‘out of the closet’ about my past life – it is almost impossible for them to believe that their daughter has a Jewish soul, which made its way into their family and arrived deeply traumatised even before birth. My academically oriented sister has added her own utter disbelief into the mix. My rabbi, who has handled my conversion to Judaism over the past two years, is a Reform Jew and thus is also very rationalist and humanist. He refers to the whole business as my ‘internal dialogue’.

Healing

For almost twenty years I could not accept the past-life interpretation myself. I accepted the idea that whatever difficulties I was having were psychiatric rather than spiritual in nature, and were caused purely by dysfunction in the current lifetime. That is what modern Western psychology says. The soul, in psychology, does not really exist. It’s all about brains and social conditioning, and these things are supposed to disappear when the body dies. It’s not supposed to come back into another lifetime, asking to be healed. I was in therapy and I was also studying psychology. I was steeped in that worldview. It took twenty-odd years for me to realise that psychology was taking me nowhere. My life had fallen apart and I had become seriously ill. My body’s symptoms matched the repressed past-life traumas exactly, down to the small congenital defect that now required urgent surgical correction. It was cellular memory on an awful scale. But no amount of Western psychology was going to help me.

Because of my poor health, I ended up living at a Buddhist retreat for six years, where exposure to beliefs about rebirth seeped into my consciousness and finally began my healing process. But even amongst Western Buddhists there is a lot of scepticism about reincarnation, which becomes outright cynicism and hostility at times.

In recent years I have linked up with many people with Holocaust past-life memories. There is an extraordinary high level of health problems among us, including severe conditions like cancer and depression, plus ME/CFS and its cousin fibromyalgia. For all of us, healing is inextricably bound up with coming to terms with our memories. Most of us could not talk about it as children. I suspect that those who did are not out there looking for support groups as adults.

The Academic Challenge

We have a major problem here. Highly academic research has been done by Drs Jim Tucker and the late Ian Stevenson into cases of the reincarnation type (CORT). Reading these books was a turning point in my own life and this research is widely recognised by many therapists and transpersonal psychologists. However, it is not being taught in mainstream psychology classes. The next generation of psychologists is being raised without any appreciation of the difference between, for example, dissociative identity disorder stemming from childhood abuse versus the shaky sense of identity which results from having vivid memories of being ‘someone else’ in a previous life, whilst also being fully aware of who one is today.

If therapists, teachers, ministers and rabbis, doctors and psychiatrists are not educated about CORT, how will ordinary parents ever recognise and accept a child who is dealing with this? The case studies show that CORT often involves traumatic memory (such as the Holocaust, though of course many cases involve different trauma). We are talking about vulnerable children, children with special needs and special abilities, children who need the help of adults around them to develop normal emotions and identities. The academic world has a responsibility towards these children—and the adults they become. They cannot just be ignored in the hope that they will all go away and kill themselves.

Enough research has been done to show that CORT is a genuine, if rare, phenomenon. It needs further study and may call for a new diagnostic category. CORT should be included in the core syllabus for psychologists, even though we do not yet have a satisfactory theory about how exactly it works. You don’t have to know the exact formula for gravitational forces to acknowledge that an apple falls downwards from the tree. This is the same. We have to start somewhere. Once the academic world accepts the existence of CORT and the fact that such cases show a fairly predictable pattern, we can focus on developing a more coherent theory.

Sue Randall was awarded an MA degree in research psychology by the University of the Witwatersrand (South Africa) in 2006. Her three degrees were all gained cum laude. She has a love of narrative therapy and a flair for quantitative research. Sue is known amongst family and friends for her ‘healing hands’ and intuitive insights. She is also a professional freelance writer and editor, and is busy writing the story of her past life.

The crop circle season is in full flower. You can track the formations as they come in here (scroll down), where each gets a page of pictures and information.

There are good books that give you the history of the circles and beautiful pictures of them, but there is only one book that takes you into the sense of discovery of what it is about them that blows your mind. And it is by a gifted writer, as well. Michael Glickman, an Englishman who was early on into the circles, which you learn about in my movie, taught architecture at USC when he lived in the States. Also, he is a designer, so he is uniquely positioned to appreciate the design factor of what the circles are demonstrating. That they are pretty patterns is one thing, but the staggering intelligence that is being delivered is another, and he will show you how the circle indeed are “the bones of God.”

From the back cover:

“Glickman lucidly explains the intelligence and prodigious skill behind the design and geometry of an amazing and interrelated range of crop formations, and he brings an acute intellect to bear on the complex interdisciplinary signals encoded in these agrarian riddles…The text, while avoiding dogmatic certainties, raises fundamentally challenging questions about the origin and meaning of the circles, the reason for their current manifestation, and our own evolving role in the wider universe.”

Also, our film T-shirt is available to purchase. The image on it was drawn by Michael Glickman back in 1991, and it is considered by most to be the star formation of all time, loaded with intelligence that is still being analyzed. Get the T-shirt here:

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